Dare yourself
Go ahead
It’s always
ALWAYS
Worth everything you might imagine
Just to
DREAM
I had a job once, working in a bookbinding factory. I was
young, 19, mayBE, that summer I worked crazy jobs here and there, and this
factory job was one of several temporary jobs. It was stifling. It was boring.
And I couldn’t [wouldn’t] see an inch BEyond my own nose. [read: ideas
about Life]
One day as I let my mind wander wherever it wandered, I
thought about WHY… Why did I DO this summer this way?! Why didn’t I go to
camp?! Why did I choose this experience over that?!
I don’t recall finding answers to these questions. I DO
remember getting fired from that job for BEing a “sleepyhead kid.” To say I was
devastated would only BE partly true. What I really was was blessed.
Looking all the way back there, 40 years ago, I have a hard
time seeing ME @ 59 in a way that’s different and separate from ME at 19. I don’t
know if this is normal. I don’t know if anyone else has these sorts of meandering
thoughts.
I don’t know BEcause I don’t ask. I don’t dare ask. I don’t
dare, all too often, to dream. To Imagine. Or to Hope for… connection.
I love you, Currie
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